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24 December 2009
Toys
When I was a child, Mr. Benny was my sleeping partner. He slept under the covers at my feet. I pulled my knees up to my chest to slumber for touching the grumpy rabbit with my toes resulted in a sharp nibble. I found great comfort in being miserable.Recently while walking through my neighborhood, I came upon a unrealized rabbit. I imagined there was a time when this rabbit was unsoiled and proudly waited on a store shelf for adoption by the love of a child. As I contemplated the face down rabbit, the winter breeze delivered Skin Horse's whisper, "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real."
My ipod randomly selected "River" by Joni Mitchell from her "Blue" album. "It's coming on Christmas, They're cutting down trees, They're putting up reindeer..."
19 August 2009
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14 March 2009
Civilization
Art is evidence of civilization. When art thrives, civilization thrives. When art is diminished, civilization falters. 21 January 2009
Wings
As a child I learned to fly in my sleep. I spent a great deal of my attention during the day working out my fight plan for the pending nights flight. Hours went by as I practiced going fast, diving, gliding and lifting off. I did not know I was consciously being awake during my sleep. To me, it seemed it was a matter of creating the right conditions or circumstance. If you had to call it dreaming and knowing it was possible to create your dream in advance was not possible to create the dreaming when awake?I have seen a great deal of death, people, animals, what have you. Many times I have held the body as it changes from alive to not alive. I witness the shift of awareness from in the body to without. I have come to believe this body we have is the dream and when we are without it we are awake and we can fly.
This past week my relation left the body, my friends relations left the body, the bird in the yard left the body. Only now can all three truly fly.
16 December 2008
Vampires
By night, I am a Vampire. In the light of day, I hunt Vampire. I guess one could say, I am searching for myself.In the still of the night I am clairvoyant in my blindness. I am invisible and I am without scent. Somewhere in the darkness lives the truth. The truth struggles, screams and fights the perilous journey to the surface. Once in the light, the truth bursts into flames, releasing it's universal knowledge. The dog's bark means something more in the time of dark than in the time of day.
The last time I was in Austin, Texas, hundreds, no thousands of bats danced into the sky seemingly released by an inaudible signal. Radar. Even the most feral of feral has radar. Radar cannot lie. Liars and Vampires burst into flames in the light.
When it is day I am searching for night. When it is night, I live my secrets among the whispers.
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